Brainstorming

[J. T./Jessica]

"In the end, we made the best team; heart and mind."

Booth almost felt his neck snap as his head turned to look at the older man, "What?"

"Heart and Mind; it's what our boss called us one time, because I usually thought things through and Amanda just went on instinct... surprisingly good instinct for a former-housewife with no previous training, actually."

Closing his eyes for a moment, Booth tried to ignore the fact that he had heard something similar before, only much closer to home.

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He stared after the makeshift family for a moment before pulling out his cell-phone and pressing a button.

"Cullen, it's Stetson, remember that favor you owe me?"

Lee ran a hand through greying hair, "Would you quit crying? I haven't even asked it yet."

(Just a really random Bones/Scarecrow and Mrs. King crossover idea I had involving Lee running into Booth and/or Brennan at an Arlington Bombers/DC Dogs little league game.)

[J. T./Jessica]

"...There's no such thing as 'guy hugs'," he revealed.

"I do base Andy on you," she admitted.

[J. T./Jessica]

"Isn't that from an American television show?"

Thirteen shot Four a look behind the backs of the other Doctors, "I saw it and liked it. What do you know? I'm still picking jelly babies out of old pockets."

[J. T./Jessica]

"So you're 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'. I'm not impressed, really. My guardian is 'The Man Who Can't Die', my godparents are 'The Oncoming Storm' and the 'Bad Wolf', you lot call me 'The Boy Who Lived', but the universe at large calls me something different, something feared by those who fear death... because you see, I'm 'The Master.' The second to bear the name. Actually, properly 'The Master of Death'. Basically..."

Here the dark-haired young man paused to adjust his glasses, "Run."

[J. T./Jessica]

Had an idea for an alternate 'End of Time' for Rose and Ten-2 in Pete's World;
The Master rebels at the actions of Rassilon and the Time Lords - not because he's a good guy, but because he wants to conquer the universe, not destroy it - claims that The Doctor is the only one worthy of challenging The Master, shoots himself to break the link and force Gallifrey back into timelock... and channels his regeneration energy into Ten-2, saying that it's wrong for his only rival to be trapped in an inferior form...

Ten-2 regenerates into Eleven-2...

[J. T./Jessica]

Cliche fic; pre-series bar meeting; Torchwood; Gwack; no Rhys.

[J. T./Jessica]

"But don't worry, Doctor - you won't remember any of this. A little gift from one of your own companions... not that he knows it, of course. My survival and victory here won't even be just a memory."

"You really think that will work, Master? We're Time Lords, after all."

"Oh, I'm quite aware of that fact, Doctor, some alterations did have to be made to the formula, but it's such an interesting compound to begin with. I actually enjoyed working with it, and even though he has no knowledge of his involvement, never let it be said that The Master is ungrateful to those who aid him, not this incarnation of me. Your Captain Harkness and his band of merry men provided me with something I found useful - Magicals only look for spells and potions, Torchwood's 'Retcon' is neither - and I repaid him fairly. All it took was the simple disappearance of the rather obnoxious ape she was to marry to leave her alone on her wedding day and so Jack Harkness is free to comfort and court the woman he loves. After all, Doctor, what's one life lost for two happy lives gained when compared to the deaths of two solar systems simply to send a message, hm?"

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DW, AU, "Stolen Earth/Journey's End"...

Before the Doctor or anyone can react, Rose kisses Donna and absorbs the Time Lord memories and energy that are killing the other woman (ala what 9 did for Rose). Those who have seen a regeneration happen recognize the gold light that bursts from her, but everyone's taken by surprise when the interior of the TARDIS turns the same color. As the light dies down, it's still (mostly) Rose, just minor differences (Think 10 to 11 rather than 9 to 10. It's still noticebly Rose, just... different)

Rose frowns in thought, everyone holding their breath, then...

"You're right. New teeth are weird."

(Basically a reversal of the end of the canon episode; Human Donna and half-Human Ten-2 go bye-bye while Time Lord Ten and Lady Rose finally get to go to Barcelona.)

[J. T./Jessica]

He walked down the Alley with a black travelling cloak drapped over his shoulders, shunning the pointed hat so many wore simply because they always had, hiding his features under a simple fedora. For all their differences over so many years, The Doctor and he still had some things in common from the days of the Academy, including the opinion that tradition stifled innovation.

'If I thought quills, owls and the like were bad when all I knew were phones and the telly, after what I know now... I'm almost insulted, actually. No wonder so many institutions die', Harry considered, 'So locked by tradition that they can't adapt to change, refuse to evolve... evolve or die, I say.'

A soft chuckle that went unheard preceded the whispered, "For some of you, the choice I've already made."

Over the year since he had arrived in the past, he had slowly began preparing his plans, listing assests and liabilities; those people he could trust, those he could use and perhaps most importantly, those he would destroy. To keep one of the top names on that final list unwarned, his acceptance letter addressed to the location they expected, he had simply hypnotised the fools that shared his human blood into abandoning the basement to his purposes, but as soon as possible he intended to move his base of operations to a place that would not only provide a secure headquarters for himself but also deny a resource to his enemies - the caretaker would have to be dealt with when that time came, for the Master had no intention this time of suffering traitors to live. The day before, that letter had finally arrived.

"Today," Harry muttered to himself, looking around the Alley from under the brim of his hat, unnoticed by wizards and witches surrounding him, "We chart a course for all our destinies. First, the Goblins... then supplies. Books, tools, loyal Hedwig... and a stick. How quaint. And I thought the obsession The Doctor had with sonic was annoying. Fortunately, it's only for appearance's sake, my own devices will do for my own purposes. But enough, to work."

As his footsteps led him towards Gringott's and destiny, Harry began humming a familiar four-beat tune...

[J. T./Jessica]

"A musical piece with percussion provided by artillery fired inside a crowded building," Harry clapped his hands, "And I thought humans didn't have a sense of humor."

[J. T./Jessica]

"How could you do this?"

"Simple, Doctor. They held Dumbledore in the same demi-deific state that we once held Rassilon. You know as well as I do what that led to for Gallifrey," Harry smirked cruelly, "And like a doctor-surgeon, I cut away the diseased part to save the whole."

"Save it for yourself, you mean," The Doctor snapped back.

"I benefit from it, I admit," Harry leaned back, steepling his fingers, "Anyone who does something and then claims they don't benefit is either a fool or a liar."

[J. T./Jessica]

"Harry... uh, LeRoy," Harry answered, calmly.

The brunette frowned, something about the name seemed familiar, then she remembered, "A Cornish name?"

"No, I am a Welshman," Harry replied, continuing.

"Knowest thou Fluellen?"

"Yes."

Then Hermione broke the pattern, "Art thou his friend?"

"And his kinsman, too," Harry answered, "Though that's not the next line."

The meaning behind the exchange confirmed it in Hermione's mind, "You're Harry Potter! I've read about you!"

"So have I," He shrugged, "Interesting considering that my Hogwarts letter was the first contact I've had with the magical world since my parents' deaths that I should be in so many books that claim to know the truth of that night when of the four people there, only I survived."

Hermione frowned, "But they claimed to be based on first-hand accounts from you, that you were living well at your family's home."

Harry laughed, then waved his hand, "I'm not laughing at you, just that idea. Until recently, I had no idea the magical world even existed... and as for living well? I lived on an estate in Surrey - Little Whinging - and had no idea I even had a family home."

"But... in the books, they... they said..." Hermione stuttered in confusion.

Harry interrupted, "Allow me to share two pieces of wisdom, Miss Granger... Hermione... The first is that no one is ever exactly what they appear, not the Headmaster, not me, not even you... second, everyone lies, the innocent because they don't want to be blamed, the guilty because they don't want to be caught."

Hermione frowned, "But if everybody lies, why should I believe what you said about people not being what they appear? You could've been lying about it."

Harry smiled at the brunette, "Yes, I could've, couldn't I? That begs the question of am I a liar who appears to be an honest person or an honest person who people think is a liar? If I'm a liar, am I lying because I'm guilty or because I'm innocent? That's why you can't always trust what you see or hear, you have to discover things for yourself, Hermione."

"What do you say you are?"

"See? Already you're learning! I say that I am a jack of all trades, but... unlike the saying goes, of some..." Harry stood up, "I am The Master. Now, the toad."

Reaching into his waistcoat pocket, Harry pulled out his Laser Screwdriver, "This should help find it."

"But electronics don't work around magic!" Hermione exclaimed, evoking a disappointed shake of the head from the dark-haired young man.

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione," Harry clicked his tongue, "What did I just say about not believing everything you're told?"

[J. T./Jessica]

"I've heard about you - Luna Lovegood, right?"

"Don't you mean 'Loony' like everyone else does?"

"No, I mean Luna... anyone who irritates the Weasel-family as much as you seem to from the comments of the Great Maw is worth knowing in my book... Besides sanity is overrated, so even if you are 'loony', that's fine with me."

"Hm, I see how things could be... Ronald and his family see things only as they want them, the truth hurts people like that, doesn't it?"

"That's the difference between being a dreamer and just being delusional."

Luna smiled, "I think I'll like you... Harry Potter-Magister-Saxon."

"Please, Luna," Harry leaned back and smiled, "Simply 'Master' will do."

[J. T./Jessica]

Harry deals with Lockhart between Diagon Alley and Hogwarts by using his T.C.E. and leaving Dumbles to panick when his DADA teacher doesn't show?

End of year one, Harry vs. Quirrelmort, Harry comments that he thinks Dumbledore is behind all the books showing Harry as a hero, expecting him to try to live up to that reputation because of his parents... "He was wrong."

Two-part thought; Voldemort had Quirrel possessed in year one... Unless there's something about Ginny we weren't told, it was the soul fragment that used Parseltounge in year two, so Quirrelmort could have accessed the Chamber of Secrets in year one... Second part; Master!Harry does, using a pair of mirrored sunglasses to handle the Basilisk - immune to its own sight and the mirrors would protect Harry, and using the Master's hypnotic abilities puts it under his control and his alone... bad news for the Weaselette and the Diary Horcrux in year two, ya?

[J. T./Jessica]

Harry held his wand under Draco's chin and his Laser Screwdriver near the silver-blond boy's eye, "You can have your prejudices, even I do, but take care to have them quietly."